nasty couch

Mafioso Cas, again.

Edible Arrangements

(Hilly knows a couple things as a tadpole. He knows there’s probably a lax bro hitting on him, and that Bitty’s super-secret boyfriend may or may not be a middle-age lumberjack sugar daddy.)

Hilly knows a few things about Samwell’s hockey dynamics. He knows he is a tadpole; he initially expects to be hazed to the ground and forced to eat dog food or something like his roommate, who is currently rushing a frat. He expects the Haus to be dirty and filled to the brim with red cups and sticky floorboards. He also knows not to hang out with the lax team because Ransom and Holster said so, even though a cute boy who he thinks is from the lax team winked at him in his Intro to Anthropology class. He knows that NHL’s very own Jack Zimmermann, son of ‘Bad Bob’ Zimmermann and legendary hockey extraordinaire, is a Samwell alumni, and had slept in the very room which Chowder, their goalie, currently inhabits.  

But Hazeapalooza turns out to be nothing as bad as he expects (he even gets homemade pie out of it, even if Holster gives him the side-eye). And the Haus is cleaner than a sports frat house should be. The hockey team is nice (and surprisingly socially aware) and Hilly likes Samwell fair enough, but he misses home sometimes.

But Bitty makes things better. Hilly likes Bitty a lot. He likes hanging around the Haus and watching Bitty roll pastry dough with a practiced, methodical hand because it reminds him of how his mom used to bake cookies for him and his sister. Bitty doesn’t mind too much (he thinks) that Hilly may want to go on a date with a lax bro. Bitty bakes him peach cobbler with crumbles toasted a golden brown and talks about his family’s jam recipes. Bitty is open and warm and welcoming. However, the one thing Bitty doesn’t talk much about is his boyfriend.

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in which dex & bitty have a fight, bitty & ransom make out, dex comes to realize a few things, & poor nursey is ghosted for a couple hours. also pie.

[Part of the Blue-Eyed Jack ‘Verse. Set loosely between All Decked Out Like a Cowboy’s Dream and Kitty & the Biscuits]

CW: dubious consent (drunk surprise kissing), vague homophobia, coming out, canon typical alcohol abuse (they are taking very small shots i promise)


WP: And then Cait said she’d call the cops and those kids ran so fast, it was hilarious.

DN: who’s Cait?

DN: also LOL

WP: Chow’s girlfriend.

DN: wait i thought you guys were all gay

WP: Why would you think that?

DN: ur the Gay Country Band i thought that meant the Whole band

WP: No.

WP: Just Bitty.

WP: I think.

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anonymous asked:

Would you ever write ace bitty? Where after he figured out he was gay, everything felt right for a little, but then started feeling wrong again because he was ace. And then he's super worried about coming out about it to Jack because he's fine with making out and all the stuff before it, but after, he wants no part. (I'm not projecting this coming out to a partner anxiety, what are you talking about?)

So, anon. I was really, really excited about this prompt, but you happened to ask exactly the right thing at exactly the wrong time. It clashed with some real life events in the worst possible way, which is why it took so long to get to you. 
[we’ll just call this an AU of the same conversation i had with my own partner]
cw: mention of rape (in a general discussion about consent way)

By all rights, Bitty should have been happy. He should have been ecstatic. It was his senior year, he was captain of the hockey team, he was in a relationship with a wonderful, loving, amazing man. He was out to his friends. He was finally, finally living the life he always hoped he could have been never thought he would.

But… he wasn’t happy. Somehow, he still felt like he was living a lie. Not exactly the same lie he was living back in Georgia, but almost worse in a way. Because it wasn’t the lie he had grown up telling himself, then telling his family. No, it was something that he was keeping from that wonderful, amazing man.

Despite all the joking around that the team did about him and Jack and their sex life, it wasn’t exactly the active thing they thought it was. No, Jack and Bitty had intercourse exactly once, and never again. Not for lack of trying (on Jack’s part, at least). But between both of their busy lives, it was never a problem that had come up, really. And, well, it was never really a problem for Bitty at all.

They made it work with cuddles and the occasional Skype sex… or, well, that implied that it was a two-way thing, and mostly it was just enthusiastic participation on Jack’s end and encouragement on Bitty’s.

But, somehow the fates had aligned and both men had time off, and time alone. Bitty was the first to move into the Haus by about a week, so that he could get it ready for the school year and psych himself up for being captain. The Falcs weren’t quite into their regular training schedule yet, so Jack managed to take a few days off to help move Bitty in. And to spend some much needed time together.

And that probably, definitely, meant sex.

The thing was, though… Bitty liked the way he fit under Jack’s arm and the feeling of a warm body pressed against his while they watched silly youtube videos. He even liked the feeling of Jack’s lips pressed against his and big hands running up and down his back and his sides. The rest of it, though…

Bitty was happy with just the cuddling and sweet kisses. Just cuddles and kisses. That was all he wanted. And he didn’t know how to tell Jack, who he was in a relationship, that he no longer wanted that it to include sex.

It felt like a huge giant lie. Jack had entered into their relationship under the impression that there would be a sexual component to it. For a full year, Bitty had lied about it. Well, maybe not lied, because he definitely thought that was something he wanted at first. But misrepresented.

Bitty knew that Jack was going to be there any minute to help him unpack everything, but he just couldn’t find the energy in himself to get up. In his head, Bitty was just reserving the energy he had for the impending conversation he knew he would have to have with Jack. In reality, that wasn’t quite the case, but it never really hurt to tell yourself a small lie like that.

He tried hard to organize the thoughts in his head, to find a way to explain how he was feeling without making Jack feel like he was lied to or taken advantage of. He tried to think of a way to explain that he really thought he was gay, for 20 years that’s the label he gave himself, and now he was maybe reconsidering? Gosh, even thinking the word asexual made him cringe.

It wasn’t that he thought there was anything wrong with being asexual. He knew that Dex was, and Shitty would just about have a field day if he knew that Bitty was even thinking along those lines. No, that wasn’t what he was having a problem with. His problem was that he had always been so sure that he was gay.

The slamming of the front door knocked Bitty out of his thoughts. He wasn’t prepared, not in the least, and yet there was Jack calling out to him. “Bitty, you here?”

He could tell Jack had been spending a lot of time with Marty lately, his accent was so much thicker than normal.

“In here, sweetheart.”

Jack a few steps up the staircase, probably on his way to Bitty’s room. Bitty tracked his movement by sound, but didn’t turn around to watch his boyfriend enter the living room. He couldn’t look at Jack, not if he wanted to get through this talk without breaking down before it even happened.

After a few seconds, Jack was behind the couch pressing a soft kiss to the top of Bitty’s head. It nearly broke him.

“Hey, honey.” Bitty finally turned to look at Jack and felt tears forming in his eyes. Oh, this was gonna be a mess and a half.

Jack looked beautiful, as always. Being with the Falconers, despite the increased pressure, had done so right by him. He was thicker and more muscular than even six months ago, and the off season left him with a tan that made his blue eyes practically glow.

Of course, the minute he saw Bitty’s face, the wide smile he wore fell and he immediately sat down next to Bitty on the couch (and if him sitting on the nasty green couch wasn’t an indication that something was wrong, really what was?).

“Are you okay?”

Bitty put a hand on Jack’s knee. “Um, actually. We need to talk.”

Jack slouches in on himself. “Oh. Uh, okay.”

All of Bitty’s planning went straight out the window. Before he realized he was even doing it, his mouth was spouting every thought in his head.“I lied to you. And I understand if you want to break up with me. I totally get it, and I’m pretty sure the only reason I’m not breaking up with you is because I’m selfish. I’m real selfish, Jack.”

Jack go a hurt look on his face that Bitty only saw there once before when he was talking about Kent Parson, and he had never hated himself more for being the one to put it there. He never, ever wanted to see Jack so hurt, especially because of him.

And of course, Jack was just as supportive and amazing as ever. He placed one of his own hands over Bitty’s, where it rested, clenched, on his thigh. “Whatever the problem is, Bittle, we can deal with it.”

A little part of Bitty knew that Jack calling him Bittle wasn’t strange or abnormal. Heck, he was still Bittle more often than Bitty. But in that moment, a huge part of him screamed that it was Jack’s way of creating distance, of falling back into an unfamiliar name so that he would have an easier time breaking up with Bitty.

He could feel a single tear rolling down his cheek, but didn’t bother to wipe it away. More would just come to replace it anyway. “I know that we had a lot of plans for this week, the time we have together. And I still want to spend every little second I can with you! But… but I don’t want to have sex.”

Jack’s face went from the painfully blank expression to confused. There was a little wrinkle between his eyebrows that, on any other day, Bitty would run a finger over to relax the muscles there.

“Bittle. Bitty, that’s okay. We don’t have to rush into anything. I don’t have a problem with waiting if that’s what you want.”

“No, Jack. I don’t want to wait. I don’t want to have sex at all. I, um. When I told you I was gay, I think I lied to you. I did lie to you. I love you to death, but I just don’t want… that. Ever. I think I’m asexual.”

Bitty looked down at where their hands were joined. He couldn’t bear to look at Jack’s face. He already knew what it would look like. That same carefully blank expression he had on earlier, the one that said he was upset. Or maybe he would be outright angry, rage painted on his face in a way that was usually saved for the ice.

They sat there like that for longer than Bitty thought he could stand. He couldn’t be the one who broke the silence, but he flinched when Jack did.

“Eric, look at me.” Eric. God, that hurt. “Please, please look at me.”

Bitty couldn’t deny that urgent tone in Jack’s voice, and he couldn’t delay the inevitable. He lifted his tear-filled eyes to meet Jack’s. Instead of blank or even angry, like he thought he would find, Jack’s expression was something Bitty had never seen before. It was serious and… hurt?

“I don’t care about that, okay? I love you, and I don’t care about the sex. But please, please tell me that the time we did, and the skype… I wasn’t forcing you, was it? Did I pressure you into it? I didn’t, did I?”

Bitty’s eyes went wide with horror. “No! Baby, no, not at all. I promise, I never felt pressure about anything.”

Jack pulled him into a tight hug and he couldn’t hold back anymore. Bitty started crying. If someone asked, there was no way he could name everything he was feeling in that moment. He was still so scared that their relationship wouldn’t work out, that this would end up coming between them. And he was so happy that Jack said he didn’t care about sex, even if Bitty was pretty sure he had no idea what all that entailed. He was relieved that this whole conversation was done and over with. He was nearly giddy with how well it had went.

And above all else, Bitty felt loved. He felt secure and supported, and he felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be, in Jack’s arms.

Ok, as your friendly neighborhood southern amateur baker I would like to put forth something very near and dear to my heart:

Bitty Drunk Bakes

It doesn’t happen very often. Imagine: the boys all sitting on that nasty green couch in the living room watching NHL (not the sharks though, no one has the patience to watch with Chowder) casually drinking beer (because it’s the Haus. Also Shitty). And while Bitty is definitely no lightweight, there’s always a special kind of buzz that comes from several slightly too warm natty lites.

See the thing is, Eric Bittle is a master at baking. He is the picture of professionalism and knows his flavor profiles backwards and forwards. He can do a lattice cross on a pie, or will whip out the cookie cutters for special designs (his favorite is still the hockey stick & puck motif he managed to lay out on one maple/apple crisp). But drunk Bits in the kitchen is an entirely other sight to behold.

If Bitty is baking for fun, it’s usually pie. If he’s drunk – he can whip out ANYTHING. Ransom and Holster especially love the cookies, though both Shitty and Lardo have a soft-spot for his cupcakes.

Once, Bitty decided he was going to make brownies from scratch when he got the idea for pumpkin spice brownies and made Jack go out and buy him 2 PSLs (one for the brownies and one for him of course)

  • Jack: Bittle it’s 9:45 at night where am I going to get a pumpkin spice latte
  • Bits: Standing there asking me these questions is not going to help you Mr. Zimmermann
  • Jack: Bittle…
  • Bits: Jack, go. PSL. now

And the great thing about Bitty drunk baking is he’s LOUD and MESSY. He sings and dances and talks out loud to Betsy (well, more than usual), and is giggly as hell. Sometimes he forgets to add certain ingredients, and whatever comes out is nowhere near perfect, but it’s Bitty so of course it’s still delicious.  It’s just this alternate side to bitty baking and it makes everyone fall a little more in love with him

Jealous ~S.S.~

Summary: season like 4 Stiles and Malia plus a jealous reader.

Requested: no

Note: sorry it’s so long. I had so many ideas and I don’t want to just everything into one story.

Me and Lydia stood at my locker planning the pack meeting tonight and decided that Derek’s loft would be the best.

“I feel like there’s so many of us, you know even though we’ve lost a few people with Malia joining it’s just” Lydia says fixing her lipstick

“Can we not talk about her please?” I plead closing my locker.

I’m not the biggest fan of Malia Tate. Don’t get me wrong I’m sure she’s a nice person but she gives me bad vibes, and she stole my man.

Ok maybe that’s the wrong phrase. I just-

“Y/N you’re a witch, you’re the witch. Just because she’s illegitimately dating Stiles, doesn’t mean anything. I’m sure they’re just friends anyway.”

“Dude, every night she comes in my room because she can’t sleep and then ya know” Stiles says engrossed in another “serious” conversation with Scott.

“No Stiles. I don’t know” the Alpha says rolling his eyes. He’s never been one to take hints.

Stiles just lifts the back of his shirt up revealing red lines with some dried blood on his back.

I gasp and run my hand over the scratches quickly making them disappear as if they weren’t there.

“Y/n, what did you just do. They actually don’t hurt now. Oh she healed me.” Stiles says pulling his shirt back down. “What have I said about using your mojo on me.”

“You’ve said it’s extremely cool and to do another trick.” I laugh rolling my eyes. “And don’t call it mojo. That’s disrespectful. My magic isn’t a joke stiles” I say giving him the look. He salutes me before we all continue to History with coach.

“So where’s Malia?” Kira says from her seat in class.

I shrug and look down at my worksheet.

“STILINSKI, put your phone away!” Coach yells causing our group to laugh.

“Yep. Got it coach. Putting it away” stiles awkwardly says putting the phone in his back pocket.

The rest of the school day is spent like every other. Admiring stiles from far away. Except Malia wasn’t here to cling on to his arm. Okay maybe I’m extremely jealous that Malia has the love of my life.

It’s actually not my fault. After becoming The Grand Priestess last year, all my emotions, senses and abilities were heightened. The Grand Priestess wasn’t supposed to be appointed until they were 19 or pregnant with their first child, but both my grandmother and mother were killed when I was 12.

The entire “world” of witchcraft had been trying to figure out what to do until eventually they just taught me what to do. It’s been a long, lonely process but I’ve got the hold of it.

“Y/N! Are you listening? Of course not.” Lydia says waving her hand in front of my face.

“Oh sorry Lyd. Why were you saying?”

“I was saying, it’s time to go. Derek has somewhere to be tonight and doesn’t trust us alone with peter.” She says grabbing her purse and moved to her car.

We arrived at Derek’s Loft and I immediately moved to the kitchen to grab some drinks. But when I walked in Malia was sitting on the kitchen counter with stiles in between her legs.

I stared at them before shaking my head and continuing to the fridge. I roughly opened the door cause the pair to jump apart and almost causing stiles to fall.

“Oh no. Don’t stop on behalf of me. Tongue Tennis is my favorite sport” I spit before popping open the soda can.

“I see you’re more of a spectator than a participant?” Malia says crossing her arms and hopping down.

“Ohhh. Big words, did Lydia teach you what those mean last night. Oh wait, you were a bit busy last night” I sarcastically state. I could practically taste the venom in my words.

“Oh go to hell.” She growls stepping closer.

“I run it bitch” i say stepping just as close as her. Malia is the only one to have never seen my powers, or even know a lot about them, but she might just today.

“Wow, no wonder you’re all alone”

“HEY. GIRLS, as much as I love reality TV. We have a meeting so drop it” Derek barks at us. Malia jumps and walks away while I stay still for a little bit.

Stiles still hasn’t moved and is just staring at me with wide eyes. I roll my eyes and move to the living room.

“Okay so Scott turned a freshman into a werewolf and the full moon is in less than 3 days so we need a plan.” Derek says looking at everyone.

“I can chain him up somewhere safe.” Scott offers.

“Malia is using the chains still” I say fake smiling at her.

“And you’re still a brat” she says returning the smile.

“Okay, y/n do you think you can find a spell to help sedate him or calm him down?” Derek says ignoring our argument.

“Course she does, how else would she get dick”

“MALIA” Scott and stiles shout at the same time.

I laugh darkly and clench my fist.

“Look hun, there’s a boy that could possibly hurt himself or other innocent people. We don’t have a lot of time to figure out what to do with a naturally angry new werewolf on top of training you how to control your shit” I quickly stand up and before anyone can blink the lights go out and Malia is pinned up against the brick wall. The whole scene looks creepy because the only light came from the setting sun. My eyes had turned a glowing black and my aura was showing. It bascailly looked like I was floating in pure black smoke. “So how about you shut up, chill and listen to Derek. I really don’t like you and no one in this room has the capability of stopping me from killing you. It’s out of respect and second hand care that you’re still alive. So shut the hell up, sit down before I use my actual powers” I didn’t even realize I had moved closer to the terrified Werecyote.

I drop her from the invisible hold I had in her. My eyes returned to normal and the “smoke” had cleared and the lights came back on.

Malia was coughing on the floor before growling at me. She stood up to come for me before Stiles and Scott grabbed her arms restraint her. I just smile and return to my previous seat.

We continued the meeting with a lot of tension. Once it was time for everyone to leave, stiles asked to speak to me. He lead me up the spiral stairs and into a room. Malia was sitting on the bed and Scott was sitting at the desk.

“You both need to stop. We’re a pack and this isn’t how you act. You’re both being childish and it’s getting annoying. So you’re going to talk it out. ”

“I don’t see why I can’t just leave. She’s the only problem here. Who cares if I don’t like her?” Malia says rolling her eyes.

“You can’t leave because like Scott said we’re a pack, whether you like it or not. This group of people are all we got. Eachother. Respect is necessary and if you’re going to stay I mine as well like you. So let’s talk it out. I’ll start. Stop acting like you’re all alone in this world. You have people. You have supernatural people. Stop acting like you are the only one in the god damn world who’s lost someone close to you. News Flash, literally every single person in the pack has. You’re not special. Quit lying and you know exactly what I’m talking about. Because as soon as you realize that there’s more than one place that’s willing to give you what you want you’re going to leave. So stop playing games. And quit coming for me, because if we’re comparing problems and issues we can and I guarantee I’ll win.”

“I never said any of that. You just want everything I have. I’ve been through shit you cant even think about. So stop.”

“Why would I want everything you have? Who wants diseases, an unstable ‘relationship’ and to have my first time on a nasty couch in the basement of an insane asylum. So fuck you and fuck this. You stay outta my way and don’t speak to me unless necessary then we’ll be okay. Because let me tell you a 17 year old with unimaginable powers is a mine field. So watch your step. And maybe if one of your little friends didn’t murder the only thing I had, we wouldn’t be here.”

“Y/n, what are you takin about?” Scott interrupts me.

“Scott, you know my grandmother and mother are dead. And I swear when I figure out who it was-”

“Stiles didn’t tell you?” Scott says making eye contact with the boy.

I spin around quick and look at stiles confused.

“Tell me what stiles?”

“We uhm. We know who killed your mom and grandma.” He says sadly not looking at me.

“You knew and didn’t tell me? Who is it. Let’s go.” I say running down the stairs. I could finally get revenge on the bastard.

“Y/n no. Uhm. We can’t go. Look it was an accident and they didn’t mean to. They’re so sorry.” Stiles began stepping closer to me. Malia and Scott stood at the bottom of the staircase while I was almost to the door.

“Stiles. What are you talking about? Just tell me who it is” I say looking in his eyes. Just like that my love grew taller.

“It was Malia” he whispers a tear running down his face. And just like that my love fell.

“No. I don’t understand. She killed them?” I said not bothering to look in any other direction than the boy I wanted to kill right now.

“Yea. Y/n look im really sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I-”

“EARLIER. YOU THINK THATS WHY IM UPSET. GOD DAMN IT STILES HOW THE HELL COULD YOU. SHE FUCKING MURDERED MY FAMILY AND YOU SLEPT WITH HER. YOURE SLEEPING WITH HER. LIKE YOU DIDNT HOLD ME FOR YEARS AFTERWARDS. LIKE I DIDNT COME TO YOUR HOUSE ALMOST EVERY NIGHT BECAUSE I COULDN’T BE ALONE AND MY NIGHTMARES WERE TERRIBLE. LIKE I DONT FUCKING LOVE YOU. I HAVE SINCE WE WERE CHILDREN. AMD HERE YOU GO SCREWING THE BITCH THAT KILLED MY ONLY FUCKING FAMILY. You know exactly how it feels to lose your mother. And yet you just said fuck me and our lifetime of friendship. That’s wrong Stiles. And don’t think you’re safe either bitch. The ONLY reason you’re alive this second is because I’m going to fuck you up. Every single one of you.” I screamed and vented and yelled and in a blink I was gone but the entire loft was in a huge mess of papers, furniture, files and clothes.

I didn’t even bother going home. I went straight to the sheriff station. To say goodbye of course. Sheriff Stilinksi was the father I never had. Strong, caring and always welcoming.

“Y/n? Hey. Where’s Stiles?” Parrish asks me. I ignore him and go straight to the sheriffs office.

“Sheriff. I’m just here to say thank you and I love you with every ounce of me but I can’t stay here. Thank you for welcoming me and allowing me to be the person I am. Thank you so much.” I say finally bursting into tears. Stilinski runs around his desk and hugs me.

“Y/n. Sweetie. What’s wrong. Please tell me.”

“Malia- she-she killed my mom and grandma and stiles knew and still has sex with her and i-I’ve always lo-loved him” i sob. My sentences were barely comprehendible but I knew the sheriff understood.

“Oh y/n. It’s okay. Where are you gonna go?”

“I’m not sure. My dad has family down in Georgia. I can go there”

“Please be safe. I understand your need to leave but promise me you’ll be back to visit me.”

“I promise”

24/7 Marriage Counselor Drabble

Read the original: Marriage Counselor 
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Words: 361
Genre: Fluff
This was an extended ending to the original fic. Decided to remove this section and make it a drabble instead. 

The teal sofa no longer has a presence in the house. It’s replaced by something far more softer and less sophisticated - plush cushions a shade of rose pink. The lawn is no longer neatly mowed, some daffodils sprouting off the grass and the fence is no longer pristinely white. Now it’s red and carries markings of three different fingerprints, a sign that it was hand painted and it’s something you adore looking at when you leave the house every so often.

“I’m home!” Your sister shouts, throwing off her shoes and shutting the door. As she makes her way to the living room, she rolls her eyes at the sight of you and Jin cuddling on the couch. “Can you not?”

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Habits - Garvez Drabble

Originally posted by toyboxboy

It’s become a habit, he realizes, for him to wake up with a nasty hangover on her couch. The bright light streaming in through the open windows continually assaulting him case after case, but he never learns to close the curtains. By the time he drags himself from the clutches of slumber she’s showered, dressed, and has cooked him an insane amount of bacon for a Vegetarian. Most of which he happily consumes while choking back the pills and coffee that lay waiting for him on the kitchen table. She doesn’t say much on these mornings, instead walking around her apartment barefoot and in outfits more revealing than the dresses she wore to the office.

It’s also become a habit of his to watch her, memorizing her every movement so that he can move around her, like a stream splitting around a rock. Their relationship becomes fluid, each falling into an easy rhythm with the other.

The team notices the subtle changes, the way they seem to dance together in well rehearsed motions, the push and pull. The playful looks and half smiles that pass too quickly but last too long to go unnoticed. The banter seems lighter, they seem lighter come to think of it, but nobody questions it until JJ brings it up one evening on a case.

What did you do to her?

In the moment all he can do is shrug his shoulders, sputter out a few words, and smirk. Because there is no answer, he can not pinpoint the exact moment things shifted between them and he finds himself questioning if it was the first shot or the last that day? He doesn’t know what to say to his co-worker so instead he turns the key in the ignition and pulls away from the curb, but she doesn’t relent.

“Do you like her?” She asks, turning to look at him, the passing streetlights illuminating her face as he stares at the road ahead.

“Of course I like her, she’s a member of this team.” He says after a long pause, too long to be considered normal, but short enough for it to not be awkward. He’s thankful for the diminished light in the vehicle once he pulls onto the highway for the blush creeping into his cheeks would surely be noticeable.

“It’s more than that,” the blonde woman replies with a laugh and a slap of her thigh. “I can’t wait to tell Emily.” He reaches over to pull her phone from her hands before she can finish dialing.

“Please, JJ, I haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell her.” He says, placing her phone into the cup holder. “I don’t want her hearing it from anybody else.”

The woman nods her head, blue eyes flickering to his face with a knowing smile.

“Okay, Luke,” she begins, the smile stretching slowly across her face in the night. “I’ll give you a week to come clean.” She notices the gulp he emits after her proclamation. “It shouldn’t be that hard to tell her, after all, she’s Garcia.”

Luke nods his head, his eyes roving her face before turning back to the road. “Yeah, it’s just Garcia,” he says aloud, punctuating the sentence with a slap of the steering wheel. JJ lets out a small laugh, covering her mouth with her hands immediately after.

“She’s not just Garcia, Luke, she’s Garcia.”

“Just Garcia,” she repeats, letting her laughter bubble over in the vehicle. Growing louder with each passing second until the realization dawns on his face, alerting her that he was now painfully aware of just how out of his depth he actually was.


i talk about boss having a crush on johnny a Lot but honestly johnny having an embarrassing crush on boss is such an untapped resource

  • he rests an arm behind boss on the nasty old couch in purgatory and he swears the pressing feeling in his chest comes from the way too many room temperature cheap beers they shared
  • boss butchering a-ha’s take on me by missing all the high notes when they’re driving to freckle bitch’s at 3 am and johnny punching them on the arm for it and trying to hide his grin
  • johnny crashing at boss’ place after the two of them went out with a baseball bat and both passing out on boss’ bed after a long light of murderin’. well, boss passes out instantly. johnny has trouble falling asleep with his face so close to boss’

anonymous asked:

heya! i'm on mobile so i have no idea how long ago you reblogged the crying prompts but i have a cute idea if you're interested. how about some cute law but here's the twist he's being tickled by his fav crew members (so he doesn't mind) and he's laughing so hard he's crying idk it's just, a fluffy and soft prompt! 😆

When your reckless asshole captain miraculously comes back alive from his Big Destiny Revenge Quest and you find him asleep on the Slightly Nasty Bunkroom Couch it is time for your own Destiny Revenge!! Operation Shachi and Penguins tickle attack of DEATH and LOVE: GO!

(This took a while but it was a great request and Im very glad you sent it anon!!)

First Time Headcannons

Time for the sexy times. This is the first time for several pairs. It is not explicit and does not specify who tops or bottoms. Enjoy.

Matsuhana- Their first time starts as a joke. It’s always a joke. They have this thing they do where they get as close as humanly possible, as much PDA as possible, as much obnoxious making out as possible, to make everyone else uncomfortable. They get so close they can feel the other’s body heat, taste their breath, hear the barely contained laughter. But this time they’re alone. Oikawa has fled, red faced and horrified, leaving them curled up on top of each other on Issei’s nasty old couch, staring at each other, unsure what to do next. Then they’re kissing, hands slipping under shirts and pants vanishing. They keep laughing, accidental headbutts or elbows to the side or touching ticklish spots. It’s silly. Slow with the breaks for laughter. It’s perfect.

Iwaoi- Other people think they hate each other, can’t stand each other, but it’s not true. Their relationship has always been like this. The affectionate yelling, the well meaning insults, the hits too soft to actually hurt. Their first time starts with an argument, it’s always an argument. Tooru working himself too hard and Hajime wanting him to take better care of himself. It starts with Hajime slamming Tooru against a wall, both of them angry, disappointed, but neither wanting to admit it. Then they’re kissing, grabbing at each other, desperate for the assurance that the other is there, that the other won’t leave them. It’s littered with insults, with ‘dumbass’ and ‘mean’ and ‘fuck you’s. But it’s also filled with tears, with ‘please’ and ‘i’m sorry’ and ‘i love you’s. Afterwards, they hold onto each other like they’ll never let go.

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anonymous asked:

What going through dexs mind about Nursey?

Funny you should ask…

Part 2 of

William Poindexter has a reputation in his small costal town in Maine as being many things. He has been praised for being determined, diligent, extremely hard working, incredibly intelligent, and some even claim that he is very kind underneath his calloused and rough exterior. But one thing Dex was not known for was emotional competence. He was teased endlessly for having no idea how to deal with overwhelming feelings, be it anger, frustration, joy, love or sadness, Dex seemed to only express rage. His sisters will never let him forget his sixth birthday, when he walked in the front door to find a decked out party with a huge piñata and lots of balloons just like he wanted and in response he turned dark red and punched his mother in the stomach. When asked why he had yelled, “I’m just so happy!

   So it’s no surprise that when Dex meets Derek Nurse that every emotion that boy induces sends a shock of electricity through his being and he just wants to scream. Derek makes him feel, and the strange mixture of frustration and affection drove Dex to the edge of punching a wall. In the beginning it was just rage amplified by more rage, yet slowly but surely Nursey softened, becoming kinder and more open to Dex. And then Dex began to notice the specks of gold in Nursey’s eyes, how calming his voice was when he read to himself under his breath, how heavy and strong his hands felt as they fall on Dex’s shoulder after a rough game. But Dex wasn’t sure how to show that the irate anger he felt toward Nurse had subsided after he actually got to know his fellow D-man. Everything he feels is still super intense but now it’s nice, like a warm wave flushing over his body and sometimes he feels like he’s drowning around Nursey and he just needs to jump out of his skin to escape it. And it doesn’t really help when Nurse becomes a literal walking disaster around him.

     It begins simply with Nurse giving him these looks that are so suspiciously relaxed and gently happy that Dex is convinced he zoned out looking right at him. Yet when Dex nudges him or whispers “earth to Nursey” the boy acts like a flustered foreign tourist with no fucking clue how to speak English. Then it develops into spilling shit all over himself, dropping things for no reason, and just falling. He even overhears Bitty asking if Nurse had hit his head, if he’s getting enough sleep, if he has family history of nervous system disorders. Which he would totally chirp him for but the poor dude seems embarrassed enough. His face always blooms this bright pink (like a fucking sunset) and he can’t meet Dex’s eyes, which he should know Will isn’t such a monster that he would tease Nurse maliciously, because they’re friends dammit.

   At one point Nurse leans on the counter next to Dex and starts to say something gross and sappy before his hand slips and he knocks his lip and teeth into the hard surface. Several times he attempts to balance his chair on its back two legs and lean back nonchalantly but the chair tipped and he landed flat on his back in the middle of the library. And there’s the time he goes to pull his hoodie over his head and it gets stuck on his arms and he walks blindly into three walls before tripping over the couch. And the time he falls down the stairs at a kegster and Dex misses his chance with this super-hot volleyball player, Daya, because he’s put on Nursey patrol for the rest of the night (She ended up hitting on Lardo after that anyways).

   But to Nursey’s defense, Will acts just as strange, and people just assume he’s being a dick. He remembers trying to finish a very important coding project and Nurse was sitting across from him on that nasty green couch in huge ass sweater and his hair was all soft and tousled in big curls and he yawned so fucking gently and Dex flipped his laptop and stormed out screaming, “Are you FUCKING SERIOUS?” Earlier that week he had walked in the living room and saw Nurse eating a Popsicle and turned right back around and punched the entrance frame. Sometimes when Nurse speaks, not even necessarily to him, he can feel his entire face transform into a tomato and when someone tries any sort of contact with his person he just snaps. That night at the kegster Nursey complained about his leg hurting from falling so insistently that Dex let him drink three cups of tub juice and a shot of fireball. After that Nursey and his strong hands were pressed against Dex albeit sloppy and very public, Dex was so hot and fuzzy by the end of the night that he walked across the street to a lax bro chilling in the yard shot gunning beers and just slapped the fucking can into the ground.

  And don’t get the wrong idea, Dex is not physically abusive (the birthday party was a one-time thing, he was a kid) and he would never hurt Derek or anyone he cared about. He just feels so tight with emotion and energy sometimes he feels like screaming it out or punching a wall would help. It takes the edge off, but it doesn’t change his emotions at all. So one night after he snaps at Nurse for the third time for groaning softly under his breath during a study session that Bitty asks for help with something in the kitchen.

  And a wooden spoon comes down hard on the back of Will’s hand, but when he opens his mouth to shout Bitty lays the spoon on his cheek, a silent warning.

“What on God’s green given earth do you think you are doing treating your friend like garbage?” Bitty is standing with his arms crossed loosely, spoon whipping circles into the air, and his eyes gave off a glare that would put most parents to shame. Dex sighs and slides into the kitchen chair before rubbing his face with both hands. “I don’t know how to feel, Bits.”

Bitty’s face softens slightly and he proposes a gentle, “You know you can just talk to him.”

 “I- no, fuck. I don’t know how to feel, bro. Like, I don’t know how to handle stuff and just be happy or sad or confused. I just feel, I don’t know, overwhelmed. Like everything is happening so loudly in my brain that I can’t figure it out and I just get frustrated.” Bitty smiles surely and rubs his shoulder.

 “Have you ever tried not analyzing how you feel and just felt? Have you ever just let yourself be happy without questioning why?” Bitty is staring intently into his face which is turned determinedly towards the floor.

 “No.” And he’s raking a hand through his hair and jiggling his leg because Bitty is so fucking right. When he meets Bitty’s gaze he feels a little like a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

 “So explain to me, what about Derek Nurse makes you want to punch a wall on the daily?”

 Then in a hushed whisper it’s all coming out, fast and frantic like a flood gate opening, “Because his face is so fucking beautiful I can’t stand it, it’s like his eyes were made to get lost in and I just want to touch his hair because I bet it’s so soft and it smells nice like lavender or cocoa butter or some shit.” He’s out of breath and Bitty has the most SMUG look on his face before he sighs and mumbles “y’all need to talk to each other for Christ’s sake” before sauntering out.

 Dex feels… ashamed. He never really thought about how confusing and hurtful his outbursts could be. It hits him like an eighteen wheeler that it probably looked to Nurse like Dex hated him despite Nursey trying so hard to be kind. So when he reenters the room he sucks in a deep breath before holding out his hand palm up. When Nurse looks up from his journal he seems surprised but gives Dex’s hand a small slap before Dex mumbles, “I’m sorry.”

“Dude its fine, I get it.” Nursey gives a forced chuckle, but Dex shakes his head. “No, it’s not. I don’t mean to be such a dick, you’re my best friend.” And now there’s a genuine laugh and Nurse is blushing furiously.

 “I, uh, I know you, Will. I know you mean well.”

 “Good.” Then Dex is plopping down next to him and poking him lightly in the ribs, “So who’s this guy you and Bitty keep chatting about, haha. S’ he some sort of art major?” Nurse is squirming and his face is dark red as he shoves Dex away, “Nah, he- uh, he’s just this really good friend of mine, we go way back.” When Dex raises his eyebrow Nursey seems to panic, “Hey I need help on this one calc problem lemme-“ and he grabs his bag off the coffee table, spilling half the contents on the ground and ripping out his math notebook. Behind them Bitty clicks his tongue and barks out a laugh when Chowder comes bounding in the front door yelling “NURSEY YOU HAVE A CRUSH?!”


This heat came on too quick and way too hard. Baek didn’t even have time to drive home before he was squirming in his much too restrictive jeans, uncomfortably warm and sticky with slick. He had to bite his lip hard to keep from whimpering and he worried that any alpha worth the title could smell his heat from a block away, so sitting in this waiting room with the other EXO boys was simply torturous. His fidgeting was, of course, noticed by their leader, who scolded him for not taking his heat suppressants and excused him to the bathroom.
As he stood up, a supporting arm wrapped around him, pulling him very close to a wide chest. Once they were out of earshot, Chanyeol’s deep voice growled near his ear, hot breath puffing over the shell and sending another wave of heat through Baekhyun’s body and making him whimper. “You should have told me you needed help, baby.” Chanyeol’s strong hands steered him into an empty waiting room and pushed him down onto the nearest couch.
Writhing against the nasty plastic couch covering which sticks to Baekhyun’s sweaty skin, he bites down hard on his own hand to keep from screaming as Chanyeol laps at the slick which dripped down his thighs and all the way up to his welcoming hole, clenching around nothing. His legs are spread wide, one hooked over the top of the couch and the other hanging down. His back arches off the plastic, shuddering when Chanyeol’s tongue breaches his rim, the owner so completely absorbed in his activities and addicted to Baekhyun’s reactions.

- Admin J

Mirror, Mirror (Dean x reader Soulmate AU)

Inspiration: Soulmate AU where after your soulmate dies, you see them in every reflection and only you can hear them.
I can’t find the post that inspired me to write this, I think it was similar to this and I came up with the reflection part, but either way, I’m not taking full credit of the idea, and if you know a post about soulmate AUs and it sounds like this plot, please feel free to direct me to it.

Notes: I know, you must be thinking, ‘Lauren, really? another series?” I know, I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I’ve been wanting to write a soulmate AU for a while, so here it is. I’m also super proud of my edit for it.

Word Count: 1137

Song: Oh Wonder - Plans

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My name is Y/N.

It was just like any other Friday night, and you were getting ready to go to a party your best friend was taking you to. When she first started asking you if you wanted to go out on the weekend, she practically had to drag you out the house. Of course, your parents were more than thrilled about the idea of you going out, forcing you to go. They knew how hard of a toll school was taking on you, and they figured that you getting out of the house for the night would be exactly what you needed.

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you ever think chowder and lardo smoke and watch episodes of a korean drama (”boys over flowers is a modern shitshow. i love it.”) or bob ross on netflix in the bathroom. 

maybe, they’re not smoking and painting their nails in the bathroom at three in the morning. maybe they’re out on the reading room, or like driving thirty minutes out of samwell to find an decent boba place–“i mean, for the east coast”. 

maybe chowder picks up journaling again and he asks lardo about what she feels when her parents come into town. 

maybe for lunar new year’s, lardo takes chowder to boston. 

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Damn Aliens [a Kit Walker imagine]

Request: hihihi, can you write a Kit imagine where the reader believes that she was abducted by aliens and they bond over that? fluffy af. thank you !

a/n: i needed Kit…

Nobody believes that you were abducted by aliens. But you knew you were. They took you from your house and poked and prodded you on a clear table like an animal. Did your family believe you? Not at all; they sent you to this asylum where they didn’t have to deal with you and your ridiculous ‘fantasies’.

After the nuns concluded you were bonkers, they gave you a wicked hot steam bath, which made your whole body turn an unnatural shade of red, and sent you to the common room. It is a big room with high windows, a few tables and chairs, a ripped up couch and a record player. The same annoying song plays again and again on repeat.

Carefully, you peer around, debating on where to sit; either next to the guy jerking himself off or the guy just sitting on the couch, hands covering his face. You plop down on the nasty couch, putting your hands on the scratchy jean dress. “I don’t belong here.” You mutter to yourself. The man next to you scoffs, looking up; his strong jawline and mesmerizing eyes catching your attention. “Do you believe in aliens?” You ask; voice airy.

The man straightens his back, those brown, almost black, orbs mapping out your face. His cracked, split lips are in a tight frown and he’s staring at you like everyone else in this joint; crazy. “Yeah.” He gasps out in a Boston accent. “Yeah, I do.” He nods; his fluffy milk chocolate hair bouncing on his pale forehead.

Your eyes widen and you shift on the lumpy couch cushions, putting a leg underneath your butt. You can’t believe it! This is the first person that said yes! “Well, I was abducted by them. Nobody believes me though. But I was, I swear! I remember everything…” You space out, shaking your head; your knotted hair following your motion.

Biting his split lip, the man rests an arm over the back of the couch, gazing at you. The way your Y/H/C hair falls in front of your wide Y/C/E eyes. He gulps, rubbing his fingers together, “Damn aliens took my wife… They think I killed her. I didn’t; I would never, ever kill anyone… I loved her.” He sighs, bending his head down, breathing through his nose. He knows he’s a good man.

Reaching your hand out, you touch his shoulder, causing him to peer up at you. “I believe you. You don’t seem like you would.” You murmur, frowning; this man…seems too sweet to be here. His face doesn’t fit in well. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. But you can call me Y/N/N.” You grin sadly, sticking your hand out.

His rough, dry hand collide with yours. “Kit Walker.” He introduces; his accent evident. “And I believe you too. You don’t seem too crazy…” He chuckles, making you blush. “So, what was it like? Being abducted?” Well, that’s a long story.

Jack and Bitty slow dance all the time in Jack’s apartment kitchen in Providence. Jack comes up to Bitty and holds him from behind, and once whatever Bitty’s listening to finishes (he wouldn’t dare pause a Beyonce song; brotha values his life yaknow) he puts on an old timey song that Bitty chirps him for all the time. He’s got As Time Goes By, Georgia on My Mind, etc. Eventually they do this routine so many times during Bitty’s midnight pastry sessions it’s almost being a Kitchen Tradition.

When Jack visits the Haus at night, and they think everyone’s gone to sleep, Jack puts on his music and they dance, slow and sweet, with Bitty tilting his head up to peck Jack every once in a while. They’re both so happy and content that they don’t notice the random frog who fell asleep on the Nasty Couch, who eventually sits up and sees hockey legend Jack Zimmermann full on making out with Bitty to Frank Sinatra. But he just thinks he’s more drunk than he thought so he just lies back down and falls asleep again.

(Next day, as frog walks into kitchen - “You guys, I just had the craziest dream…Bitty was macking on Zimmermann, I’ve never even met Zimmermann in my life–” Jack: “…Oh. Hello.” Frog: “!!!!!!!!!!!!”)

anonymous asked:

Dex/Nursey 'I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.'

Dex isn’t sure what woke him, whether it was the strain on his neck or the more likely sound of laughter. All he knows is, he opened his eyes and found Derek Nurse’s stupid face way too fucking close for comfort. With a groan, he places his whole hand over Nursey’s face and pushes, trying to put as much space between them as possible. This is not something he needs right now. Much to his annoyance, Nursey does not seem to be going very far.

“What is happening?” Dex mumbles, freezing when Nursey shifts and it becomes quite apparent that those are legs underneath his head, not a pillow. The last thing he can remember is sitting next to Nursey on the couch in the Haus, watching Ransom and Holster play Mario kart. There’s no way in hell he did this on purpose.

“You fell asleep,” Nursey shrugs, and Dex realizes abruptly that there is a hand resting on his chest. A big, warm one. Oh no. “And Bitty yelled at me and said you were going to hurt your neck so… I rearranged you.” Dex just stares, because this is in no way something he is prepared to hand right now. He and Nursey are definitely friends now, but they are not the kind that cuddle together and shit. No way. Not that Dex hasn’t thought about it, but well, usually in his thoughts there were a lot less clothes around. And they weren’t on this nasty ass couch. 

“Okay,” Dex nods, trying to ignore the heat he can feel rising in his cheeks as he tries to push himself up. But Nursey holds him down with that hand, warm and firm on his chest.

“Bro, I get the sleep talking thing, I do, but what the fuck is up with the princess dragon dream and why am I in it.”

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